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Ears too large for his head yet perked up at his mother’s words. Pripyat hadn’t been expecting anything too serious and Mother’s suggestion caught him by surprise. Leave the lighthouse? But why? And to where? Yet ever patient he said nothing, knowing that Mother wasn’t the type to demand anything of him without an explanation. There had never been any unfairness in her dealings with him, and if anything she was perhaps too lenient. Pripyat couldn’t remember the last time he had a good scolding, even if he deserved it, but the respect went both ways. If Geneva thought it best for them to move on than maybe she saw something that he didn’t, he had complete faith in the woman who had been his whole life for two months.


The next words from her mouth were less concerning than the first, but more confusing. She wanted them to live with his father? Did other children live with their father? And if Geneva had lived with Jefferson before he was born, why didn’t they now? Was it because of him? His mind flashed back to the first meeting he had with Jefferson, the man had seemed angry at first. Maybe it had been his fault, but if it was Jefferson had forgiven him and treated him very kindly the last time they had talked. It was this memory that he remembered better than the first, and so it was this memory that he went off of as he tried to explain his feelings verbally.


"My fawter is tough." Just what Pripyat had meant wasn’t clear, not even to him. Indeed the boy viewed the grizzled man as strong and somewhat aloof, but that was not it. He was tough because he was tough to explain. Pripyat could think of no direct objections he had toward the leader of Phoenix Valley, and slowly the list of attributes Jefferson Soul had was growing in the boy’s mind, but he wasn’t sure if that was enough of a reason to relocate their lives. Mother wanted this, he could tell that much, otherwise she wouldn’t be asking at all. Did she think they’d be happier there than at the lighthouse? It was the only home Pripyat had known, and he was attached to it despite his growing thirst for exploration. At the end of the day there was only one place he slept at. "Fawter come live with us?" The question was optimistic as he glanced at Raven Beacon, but wavered, as if he knew that there would be a logical reason that this was not an option. Still, it never hurt to try.


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